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It is early morning, the world still slumbering as the sun peeks over the horizon. The nursery is empty save for you and the tiny human. Harry, your humans call it.
It had arrived many weeks ago, and with it came noise. Unbearable noise. You have never known a human to be so noisy as this one, nor so small. It is delicate, fragile, helpless. You want to take it by the scruff and bring it to the nest of blankets beneath the bed in the guest room, sheltered from the noise and danger of the world. Instead, you simply watch.
Your humans find it endearing, the way you constantly guard their Harry.
The tiny human doesn’t do much, you’ve found. It cries, yes, but mostly it sleeps. You spend most of your waking hours keeping watch from the windowsill above its crib, which is what you find yourself doing now.
The only noises in the room are the gentle hum of the fan and the swish of your tail against the curtain and you let your eyes fall shut, content to nap in the morning light when suddenly, the sound of shuffling breaks the silence. Your eyes shoot open with an inquisitive chirp.
Bundled in a small paw-print embroidered blanket lay your humans’ Harry. You watch it intently as it squirms awake, its bright green eyes looking around the room in wide-eyed curiosity.
You jump down from the windowsill, landing gently on the small crib mattress a body-length away from the tiny human. You step closer, careful not to disturb it, and sniff at its blanket-covered feet curiously. The scent of baby powder and lotion tickles your nose, and you sneeze. The sound draws attention, and you look back up at its chubby face to see it watching you raptly.
You let out a trill of greeting as you take another step closer, now mere inches away from its face. Its green eyes track your every move, wide in wonder and curiosity at the world as it experiences it for the first time. The thought makes you want to shelter it yet again, take care of it as if it's your own young. A low purr starts in your chest, spurred on by the human before you. You lean forwards and rub your cheek against it, spreading your scent before you curl up against it. This close, you can hear the steady beats of its heart and the rise and fall of its chest. Safe and sound, just the way you want it.
Your eyes shut once more even as the sun rises high over the horizon, light slowly flooding the room. Not that that matters much to you. Surrounded by the warmth of the small green-eyed one you’ve come to adore, you’ve never fallen asleep so quickly.